I’m old, so voting is a thing with me. I remember my mother waking me up at 12:01am on my birthday to register me to vote. I am shamed in that I was, 1 — home and 2 — not pre-registered. But I got to vote for Mondale, and we all know how that worked out…
Now, in this age of wonders, I don’t have an mail-in ballot. I asked for one 6 weeks ago.
Do what I did — call your local registrar and ask for one again. Then track it.\
I happen to have an Hispanic name and live in an urban college neighborhood. My mail-person (love her!) has delivered ballots to the white-named people on my street.
Check. Then check again.
Voter suppression isn’t just what you see on the news.